emotions radically expressed to fit the not-so-normal mind and feed its strive for the unreal, the unmoral and the not-so-politically correct.

Thursday, 22 October 2009

disoriented piece*

I breathe your voiceI feed on your facial expressionsI make a livingOut of daydreaming about youAnd writing my reveries In my red notebook I seek sunraysLighting up your features Collect them, in small piecesHide them under my pillowAnd at night,When it is darkI amass them in a mugWater them with My deliriumAnd slurp them Like milkAnd then, I am able to sleepWith a piece of youLiving inside of meUntil tomorrow’s sun is up